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I've been travelling for work this week and spend the weekend in a small town. There is a museum here that I thought I would check out this morning, Sunday. I went there this morning after my job, still dressed in my jogging outfit - capris, sneakers, and a t-shirt. The museum had just opened up - it was near my Airbnb - and I thought I'd stop in. I hadn't done my morning bowel movement yet, but thought I would hold it till I got home. When I got to the museum it had just opened up. The only person there was a mild-mannered twenty something year old girl. She was just setting things up and greeted me. While we were talking, she explained to me how the museum worked. It was a small place - two rooms. If you've read my posts before you know I'm a sucker for pooping myself in public, in front of girls, and this was an opportunity too good to pass up. I paid my admission and started to look at the exhibits. The girl was behind her little desk, doing her thing, and I was with my back to her looking at the different exhibits. I could feel that familiar pressure in my bowels. We went out for a client dinner last night and I knew the steak and alcohol were gonna make a sizeable mess. After a few minutes, with no one else aside from me and this girl in the museum, I put my plan into action. I gave a slight push and let out a small fart. It wasn't loud, but in such a small and quiet space I knew she heard it. I clenched my legs together and continued browsing, but I could tell her eyes were on me. I gave another push and let out another fart, only this time it was wetter. I walked over to her and asked her where the washroom was. She smiled and said it was just outside the museum, and that she'd have to open the door for me. Most of the places in the area had this policy, I assume because of people doing drugs in the washrooms. She grabbed the key and led the way. I gave another push this time a little bit of poop came out with an audible squelch. She hesitated a little, slowed her step, and gave me a sympathetic look. I slowed my walk a little and as we stepped outside I gave a big push. A loud crinkling sound came, and with it all of last night's dinner. I could feel it tenting my capris out, followed by a softer load. I stood in place, and looked up to see her staring at me with her mouth open, the keys in her hand. She had this shocked expression on her face, and she was silent. I finished the load with a few wet farts, and after what seemed like 10 seconds she said "are you okay??" "I'm so sorry" I said. "There's paper towels in the bathroom" she said, and she walked a little further and opened up the door. I waddled over to the door, took a look at the bathroom, and decided it was time to leave. I smiled and told her "I think I'm gonna go home and clean up" and she gave me a sympathetic smile. I didn't want to have her clean up after me and stink up her bathroom. I started walking away, my load snug against my butt, with her just staring at me, with that sympathetic look on her face. I took the back road to my Airbnb, I don't think I was spotted, and looked at my load in the mirror. It had soaked through nicely through my jogging pants. I love the reaction I got.
